whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren was silent for a long moment. "I didn't mind sharing one with you." It was a surprise, and surprisingly truthful, especially to him. Glancing at Neron, the summoner smiled faintly.At the mention of what Loren assumed was LongNight, though, his brow furrowed. "LongNight in the Hollowed Grounds definitely does not pass without incident." For a moment, his eyes grew haunted. Then he shook his head, clearing his mind, before nodding at his twin's words. "I look forward to hearing it."
The jostle was definitely unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome. The summoner went so far as to grin tentatively. It slipped away at the Warden's question. "When I was sick, I was away from the family." Loren looked away, eyes troubled. "When I returned, Zariah was gone. When she returned, I was less than apologetic and obedient. She branded me a traitor, disowned me, and threatened to kill me." His tone was sad, though not afraid.
Shooting a glance at Neron, the summoner bit his lip. "So I'm not sure you should be offering me that position. As the head of your family, your wife, and the mother of your child, Zariah seemed to believe she was the real power in Halo." His tone might've contained the slightest amount of scorn for his cousin's machinations and claims, as well as a gentle concern for his twin.
When the Warden said there was something Loren could do, he immediately nodded. "I am familiar with danger. What is it?" His words were eager, and his eyes were hungry.
what goes, let go
LOREN
